Beware of Internet Dating!

This one was sent to us from Jamie in California.


Met this guy online. Let's say his name is Frank Steinberg.....
So, he emails me, and seems pretty interesting. His picture was decent, he is no Brad Pitt, but I'm not looking for that! We talk, he's sweet, interesting, has two children, of which he has full custody. We talk a couple more times and he wants to meet me. He seems lovely, so I agree to meet him for dinner. We meet at the restaurant agreed upon. I walk up, and he is sitting outside waiting for me. Frank looks like a fricken coloring book. He's got a black button down shirt on, open several buttons. He is bald (fine) but has a "dreamcatcher" tattooed to the center of his chest, right below his neck. Within that tattoo, he has diamonds implanted in his skin. On both his arms (short sleeved shirt) he has dolphins and mermaids brightly tattooed all over him. Within each "picture" All the eyes are diamonds implanted into his skin. He's highly colorful and sparkly. Of which you couldn't tell in his pictures (say headshot) and didn't mention. OK, a few tattoo's I can live with if someone is a very nice guy. Of which he seemed to be. So, we go into dinner. I order a glass of wine, he has water. Odd. He had mentioned to me on the phone he enjoyed wine tasting. Something I enjoy, too. I ask him why he's not having a glass, and he proceeds to tell me he's on a medication that the Dr. warned him not to drink. (Can you say Anti-Depressant?) He then started in on how many meds he was taking and he can't drink while he's taking all of them. Some anti depressants, some anti anxiety, some for ADD, We're talking at least 8 different things. Then he decides this is a good time to tell me that his ex-wife is a drug addict and he has a restraining order against her, and he tries to protect the kids from her. He's also going up North that coming weekend to get his 12 year old daughter from the FAT FARM she's been at for a month. He likes this place because they've got physicians on site to help monitor her depression and the meds SHE'S on! (I kid you not.) Then he thought this would be another good time to tell me his son, who is 10, is also on 3 different depression and anti anxiety meds, as well. Hmmmm, I'm thinking, this may be one mixed up group of people! Frank never stops talking, so I'm using this time to think, and think hard. He tells me that he lives in a beautiful townhouse, that belongs to his mother. (She doesn't live there, just controls what goes on there.) He has a huge fish tank in EVERY room. If a tank doesn't fit, it has fish bowls. No, I'm serious. Then, he told me he wants a dog, but his mom won't let him. What? Are we 5???!!!! This date lasted exactly 50 minutes. Long enough to finish that glass of wine and a quick dinner salad. I thanked him and artfully dodged him trying to kiss me. Went home, sent him an email thanking him for the evening and letting him know that while he seemed like a great guy, I didn't think we had anything in common and wouldn't be a very good match. He thanked me for my honesty and things were great. Yet, a week later, Einstein or was it Steinberg? called again and asked if we could talk and maybe have a date????!!!!! Ugghhh!!!!!